In fields where wildflowers bloom, they race,
With manes like silk, in a glorious chase,
Hooves thundering, hearts full of grace,
Horses, timeless in their noble pace.
Eyes like windows to ancient dreams,
They bear our hopes across the streams,
Through historyâs pages, their spirit gleams,
Bridging the gap of time, or so it seems.
In battles fought and journeys long,
Steadfast and true, they make us strong,
Their silent whispers a haunting song,
Echoes of courage where they belong.
Under moonlit skies, they softly tread,
On paths where angels fear to thread,
Horses, our companions, spirit-fed,
In their company, we are gently led.